Photos Connecting People
Wanderlust has led me here. When I was a kid, my parents gathered me, my brother and sister into our big white station wagon and drove. I looked out the car window, entertained by the world passing by.
Roadside attractions made the world seem a playland. Along the road I saw a traffic sign stands in the shape of a giant toy, everyday life and a fisherman waved to me at the Adriatic coast, and, at a very young age, a woman with dark brown eyes clued me in to the notion that the World is a place of many pleasures.
Each city looked different than the next, and the scenery was narrated by elegant, curiously scripted typography. As an adult, my car window now provides a changed view. The worn typeface of an old motel sign appears out of place in a landscape of architectural redundancy. Past meets present every day, and my camera allows me to better understand their interaction.
Many of my photographs and videos are related to the road and travel, and a sense of impermanence. I feel compelled to photograph the world roadside and its worn, far off, and forgotten corners, and then work with color as a means of giving these places a happier, healthier life. For people who ordinarily find it difficult to see beauty in faded places, I hope this color-play can lend objects and buildings a new appeal.
Roadside attractions made the world seem a playland. Along the road I saw a traffic sign stands in the shape of a giant toy, everyday life and a fisherman waved to me at the Adriatic coast, and, at a very young age, a woman with dark brown eyes clued me in to the notion that the World is a place of many pleasures.
Each city looked different than the next, and the scenery was narrated by elegant, curiously scripted typography. As an adult, my car window now provides a changed view. The worn typeface of an old motel sign appears out of place in a landscape of architectural redundancy. Past meets present every day, and my camera allows me to better understand their interaction.
Many of my photographs and videos are related to the road and travel, and a sense of impermanence. I feel compelled to photograph the world roadside and its worn, far off, and forgotten corners, and then work with color as a means of giving these places a happier, healthier life. For people who ordinarily find it difficult to see beauty in faded places, I hope this color-play can lend objects and buildings a new appeal.
A good angel is always with me - and if I don't come back someday - then I will be with the angel... (My aunt's sayings) |
"The rich man is not the one with the fortune, but the one who traveled a lot." (Uzbekistan's proverb) |
Freedom is not doing what you want, but not to do what you don't want... / Svoboda ni v tem, da delaš, kar hočeš, ampak da ne delaš, česar ne želiš... / Nije sloboda, da radiš ono što hoćeš, nego da ne radiš ono što ne želiš... (My own agenda)
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. — Martin Luther King, Jr. / Na koncu se ne bomo spominjali besed svojih sovražnikov, ampak molka svojih prijateljev. - Martin Luther King, ml.